It’s Freddie-Day!!

A propos of pacing ourselves, we did absolutely nothing yesterday. We spent the morning in the style of John Lennon and Yoko Ono, following their example of a ‘bed-in‘ for peace. Our peace, that is. In the afternoon, we did ‘not a lot‘, followed by ‘busy doing nothing‘ in the evening.

We felt a bit more refreshed this morning, therefore, to face the world. Well, I use the word ‘morning’ loosely because I am not sure that John was out of bed much before twelve. I had toddled off to yoga by 11.30 and left him in bed. By the time I was back though, he wasn’t in. Slippers were by the front door, shoes, coat and walking sticks were all missing, so I presumed he’d gone for a walk.

I was right. He’d decided to take himself round the ‘Yellow Brick Road’. He laughed when he got back, “Last March I did a mile a day! This year, I’m doing a mile a week….” If he could do that, he’d be doing some good, so well done to John.

We had a bite to eat and then I set on to sort out the open fire. I found the ash pan full, so emptied it before collecting some wood and coal and laying the fire. Now why, you might wonder, was I going to light a fire on the warmest day of the year so far? Hmmmm……

The answer, of course, is that Freddie has come for a sleepover. And a sleepover is not complete unless there are toasted marshmallows over a roaring fire. It’s a ritual, any time of the year. And, despite the warmth outside, both John and I felt comforted by the glow of the fire so we were pleased we’d lit it.

And, oh, how we love to have Freddie for a sleepover! Here’s Grandpa looking as pleased punch that he’s allowed a Freddie-cuddle! Mind you, Freddie looks as pleased as punch, too, doesn’t he?

We have had a lovely time so far. Grandpa got his scooter out so that we could all go up to the shops for some sweets, and Freddie hopped on the front for a ride. Honestly, those boys had a whale of a time! “Go faster, Grandpa!” encouraged Freddie. Grandpa didn’t need any encouragement at all and whizzed along to both their delight. My little legs could hardly keep up!

On a totally different note, we breathed a sigh of relief today. Over the last few years, Chester, Michael and Danielle’s dog, has been growing a warty thing on his eyelid. It never bothered him so there was no need to have anything done about it. However, recently, the growth has been interfering with his vision and, at one point, he thought he’d lost Michael altogether on a dog walk the other day. So the decision was made. Remove the growth.

Bless him – today was the day and here he is, recovering well, but wearing the dreaded cone for a few days. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but those cones always make me giggle……

Take care everyone. God bless.